New School 4
by Absfan.

GOING TO THE PARTY

The party was going on. Some minutes later I found Malin 
sitting in a corner speaking to another girl I never had seen 
before. She looked a little junger than the 16 year old Malin. 
I went over and started to speak to them. 

-Finally, there you are John, Malin greated me as I sat down. 
-I managed to get my sister in here, even though it's not 
allowed. Her name is Susanne, and she is 14 years. 

I greated her with shaking her hand (hugging is not that 
common in Norway, even though I wish it was). I could feel her 
hard grip, and I thaught to myself that she probably worked 
out like her sister. 

She (Susanne) was wearing long loosfitting black trousers and 
a black shirt that hang outside her trousers with a red tie. 
She had short hair that was a kind of messy, but on the same 
time it really fit her cute face. She was in 8th grade, and 
this was the first time she went to some kind of "real" party. 

We danced for a while. The music was really good, and had a 
nice beat to it all the time. We all had a nice evening. I 
spent most of the evening together with Malin and Susanne. 
They were both funny and nice to be with. And they had a good 
sister relationship. As this was a non alcohole party, noone 
were drunk. 

The last song was a slow dance song. I can't remember which 
one, but it was one of the classic last song songs. I asked 
Malin to dance and she agreed. Susanne had noone to dance with 
(as I said in one earlier story, it was more girls than boys 
in my school). She was looking at us for a short while before 
she started to move in our direction. 

She stopped right in front of Malin, her sister, and said that 
she better just walk away from me. Malin laughed and answered 
something like "in your dreams". 

-You know who is the stronger of us, if you don't let me dance 
with John, I'll beat you up when we get home. Malin looked at 
me and said she went outside to wait for us. Susanne started 
to dance with me really close. She wasn't as tall as me, she 
reached me up to my mouth. 

-I'm sorry she said in my ear. Malin knows what will happen 
when we get home if she doesn't do what I tell her to do. 

I didn't really belive her. Susanne beeing stronger than her 
older sister. I had seen her sister, and it was impossible 
that a younger girl would be stronger. 

My hand were resting on her back as we danced. I started to 
touch her more carefully to chech if she had muscles. And - 
there was a lot to feel. Her whole back was tensing with the 
least movement. Her back was more like steel than a body of a 
14 year old. I was impressed and I could start to feel there 
was something on my body growing larger. She pressed me even 
thighter to her body than we already were. It was like the air 
went out of my lungs. 

-Please - not so thight, I told her. 

-I'm sorry. I'm not used to dancing with boys, I don't know 
how much you can handle. My strenght, you know... she said. (I 
didn't really know, I wasn't that strong...)

When the song was almost finished, she pulled my head down and 
started to kiss me pationatly. I grabbed her upper arms to 
make her stop (not that I didn't think it was good, but she 
was in a school under mine, and it was embarrising). I pulled 
all my strenght into the action of making her release my head, 
but it didn't even seem like she noticed. 

As she was kissing, I could also feel her small breasts to my 
chest. When the song finished she released me from her grip 
and we went outside. Malin was standing there waiting for us. 
Susanne said that her sister could go home. She would come 
with me. Malin said that Susanne had to come with her, she had 
promissed their parents she would take care of her sister as 
she was visiting her. Susanne just flexed her biceps, which 
was covered by the shirt, for her sister as a sign that she 
should leave her alone. 

I didn't want Malin to feel bad about it, so I said that it 
was better if Susanne went with her. The schoolyard (the party 
was in the school for new readers) was empty now. And Susanne 
did not like that I was on her sisters side. 

-You see, she said to me, I allways get things the way I want 
them. And if you want to know why, I'll show it to you. Come 
here Malin. I'll show him.

Malin came closer to her sister and Susanne hit her in her 
stomack. Having seen Malins abdominals, I didn't think she 
would feel much, but she bent forward and almost threw up. 

-No, Susanne, don't do this to me. I admit you are the 
stronger one. She was still not fully recovered from Susanne's 
punch and she did not like to be humiliated right in front of 
a boy she barely knew. 

But Susanne wasn't done. She asked her sister to hit her in 
her stomack as hard as possible. Malin consentrated and hit 
her as hard as she possibly could. Susanne didn't move, and 
you could see nothing on her face that someone just hit her. 
And knowing how strong Malin was, I was even more impressed. 

-Hit again, and this time use some power in your punch, 
Susanne teased. 

Malin started to hit her over and over again. But Susanne 
didn't seeme to notice. She was just standing there with her 
14 years old kinda childish smile and looked innosence. -I 
really think you should start doing some boxing. I am two 
years younger, stronger, and I don't do any boxing at all, but 
still I'm much stronger than you are. Do you really want to 
see how strong I am? Susanne said in her sexiest voice.

Without waiting for an answer, she lifted her shirt so we both 
could see her tummy. It was possible to see every little part 
of her perfect six pack. The midriff was going like a deep 
river down her stomack. And since she had a hip-low pair of 
trousers, we could see several CMs (inches kind of, European 
standard). And she hadn't even started to flex yet. This was 
unbeliveable. Standing right infront of me was this 14 years 
old attractive girl whit the nices abs in history (from what I 
knew at that point). It was my friend's little sister. 

-I allways get what I want, and I know what I want tonight. I 
want to go with John to his place, and I want you to go home. 
Without me. 

Just to make her poing she flexed her abs and her six pack 
startet to "live". It was so perfect that she would make 
Jennifer (Jenny) Worth, my favourite among the fitness 
competitors look like a chubby little girl that noone would 
look at if they had stood together. (Fourtunatly for Jenny 
Worth they didn't...)

Malin started to walk home without saying good bye to the two 
of us. I didn't really know how to handle the situation, but 
after I had seen what Susanne was able to do, I didn't want to 
step wrongly. I would have to take her orders. I knew I had to 
do the same with Malin too, but she wasn't the same type as 
her sister, she wouldn't have abused me in any way.

Susanne and I started walk home. She said I was a slow walker 
and took me on her back and started to run. When we were there 
she didn't even breathe more than she would have done if she 
would have walked normaly. 

I unlocked the door and Susanne went in first. She turned on 
the light and took off her shoes and socks, and said that it 
was her first time to run with someone on her back, and she 
felt great about it. I didn't say anything, but I totally 
agreed. 

-I have to admit, she said, I have never slept over with any 
boy before, so I'm a little unsecure about what to do. It's 
easy to play tough when Malin is around, I know her, but...

She didn't get any longer then to the but before she started 
to kiss me. As we were kissing she started to undo my buttons, 
but halfway down she found out it would be faster to rip it 
apart. So she did. (If my life like this was going to 
continue, I would soon have to buy more shirts...) I tried to 
unbutton her shirt to, but first I had to remove her tie. 

-Wait one sec, I'll show you something, she said. Don't take 
it off me. The shirt was really wide and I wasn't sure what 
would happen next. She went over to the cd-player and sat on 
some hip-hop. Then she started to dance a dance I was later to 
find out was more like a fitness routine. 

The beginnig was just normal hip-hop steps. She took her tie 
off while doing som high kicks. Both her feet were able to go 
straiht up. Then she did push-ups, first with two hand, then 
with only one hand. She stood up and started to take her 
trousers off. Slowly and sexily she lifted her shirt so much 
that she could grab the strap that hold her trousers on place. 
She undid it and the trousers started to fall down her legs. 
Slow. Sexy. Everything little movement was in the rythm of the 
music. 

The first thing she was revaling was a small pair of panties. 
They were red, not too bright though. Her thighs were pumped 
from the run she just had and they were big. Not as defined as 
her abs, but truly huge. And they looked strong. I just hoped 
my head wouldn't come between thoose sissors. That would be 
dangerous. Belive me.

She continiued her dancing, showing off her legs. She did some 
splits to all the way down to the floor. As she was doing one 
of her splits she started to undo one and one button on her 
shirt. Still slowly. Still sexy. She started at the bottom and 
worked her way towards the top. 

Her abdominals moved with every breath she took. Her breasts 
weren't really big, but they were very firm. Her bra was the 
same color as her panties. She was now standing with her back 
to me. Her shirt fell to the floor and all I could see was the 
back side of her. Thick legs, broad shoulders, short hair. She 
flexed her triceps and they just exploded. I saw every little 
bit of her huge and defined overarms. Now I could also 
understand why Malin wasn't able to handle a punch from her. 

She turned around. A 14 years old girl, still a little 
childish, and she wasn't probably fully grown yet. She was 
about 1.70 tall (in metric standard:). 

-So, what do you think? she asked me. 

-You are amazing. How did you develop a body like that? 

She flexed her biceps and told me that it was pure hard work 
behind every pound of power. She had been working out since 
she was seven. In the beginning it was just because her sister 
did it, but then she realized the effect it had on  boys. She 
could controll them in several ways. One way was by using her 
sharm, one by power. Now she just looked at a boy in school, 
and he would do whatever it was for her. Everything. If she 
wanted someone to kiss the mud, she would just point at the 
mud and tell them to kiss it. Simple as that. 

The problem was that the boys were afraid of her, and noone 
wanted to get into a relationship with her, and she didn't 
want to make them eighter (how could she love a boy who didn't 
want her body???). But her sister had told her about me, and 
she knew she just had to get me after the party. And it was 
simple. She allways got what she wanted. If not, there would 
be trouble. And noone wanted to get in trouble with her. (I 
guess you all understand that?=)

After she stopped speaking she carried me to bed. Even though 
she had never been with anyone before, I don't want to say 
that I was the dominant one. I was in bed with a 14 years 
blonde who was so strong she just had to look at people to get 
what she wanted. 

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Regards,
Absfan